I was the first to figure you out, Misty. I’m a detective after all, perception skills are my trademark.
I knew all along why you followed us around. Why you were so interested in Sparky. Why you stuttered when I asked about your family. Why you hid tears when I asked “what’s for dinner”.
I knew all along—
Why you blushed as I stared down every last inch of your body. Why you smirked as I pat you down for any “suspicious items.”
Why you, Misty?
Why did we fall in love?
I’ll be the last to figure that out.